Anord's POV:
On the day of my birthday, I received a message containing a picture of him together with Ukrine. Her phone had suffered damage, but there was hope that the technician had managed to recover some of the photos.
Later, I encountered him at the hospital, and his presence overwhelmed my senses. I was on the brink of launching myself at him, but her words halted me in my tracks.
Witnessing her nestled in his arms, a surge of burning anger coursed through me, compelling me to strike the wall as an outlet. The urge to throttle him and end his life right then and there was almost irresistible, but she intervened.
She.
It was utterly shattering to see her gazing affectionately at him, and my inner wolf whimpered in sorrow. I hadn't anticipated their closeness to be this intimate. I had always been alone, and it seemed that my solitude would persist.
But why does this recurring misfortune befall me?
Why, exactly?
I hadn't intended to form any emotional attachments to her, yet the force of the mate bond was eroding my strength.
The once-potent ruler of the werewolves was now transforming into a feeble lover.
"What lover?!" I exclaimed, a mixture of disgust and discomfort washing over me at the thought.
No, this isn't love. It's merely the relentless influence of the mate bond.
"You're FOOLISH. Don't lay blame on the mate bond," my wolf growled in response.
I released a sigh, attempting to cast aside the bitter memories, but a surge of conflicting emotions swirled within me, making it arduous to discern the true sentiment.
Today, there's a pack meeting scheduled with the Blue Stone Pack, but I've delegated Dan to attend in my stead. In an effort to clear my mind, I've retreated to the forest.
Surveying my surroundings, I shed my clothing and concealed it amidst the bushes. Subsequently, I shifted into my wolf form.
The Alpha blood coursing through me renders my wolf sizeable, and we share a mental link, communicating as one entity with two souls.
"Alpha, there's someone who wishes to see you." I was on the verge of taking off when Tate's mental message reached me. With a resigned exhale, I donned the shirt and pants I'd stashed in the foliage and headed to the packhouse.
Arriving there, a scent wafted to my senses, almost causing me to lose my composure. Clenching my fists, I ascended the stairs and entered the office, where she stood fixated on a photo frame hanging beside my desk.
Aware of my presence, she pivoted, and her eyes bore a deep-seated loathing for me. Those eyes evoked memories of my mother, who had entrusted me with her care.
She, my sister, Swezla Petren, who had departed from my life years ago. Yet, her words still held immense power over me, preventing me from confronting my mate.
My estranged sister continued to gaze at me, rooted in place, studying my countenance. I, however, averted my gaze and approached the mahogany desk. Seating myself in the chair, a flurry of vulnerable images flooded my mind.
Past:
I experienced an unsettling sensation, a wave of sickness washing over me. Events were unfolding that I couldn't comprehend, and the pain showed no signs of abating. Agony coursed through my entire body, accompanied by a series of changes occurring within me that baffled me.
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Alpha King Versus Vampire King
Lobisomem500 years ago, a captivating tale began and continues to unfold. One person anxiously awaited the arrival of their beloved, while another found their soulmate. Someone had their heart set on winning her affection, only to have her unexpectedly captu...
